Mountebank

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Still Life

BORING OLD REGULAR LYRICS//BACK

Woke up//still drunk
Last night killed the end of the bottle//Toyota Solara and I'm behind throttle—
Dear God, is that bloodstained cloth?
I strain to remember the culprit distracting//what podcast was on and how hard was I laughing? 

I'm fucked.

Oh wait, no – it's cool (Peel off a flattened raccoon)

Forbid I must make a choice, that's what I'm trying to avoid
Draw these lines through us//Paint me dangerous
I swear I've heard it before//Any rule set forth
I'll rewrite the final draft, break my word and the bank.
  It's not a matter of choice.

My name tag and expression are blank.
You were wrong to assume my understanding was tacit
the new hire boss is a closeted fascist
I'm done.
Steal//Steel far outweighs this price gun.
I'll collect my due pay for three hours of training
Look up at the clock with twelve minutes remaining and walk out
  with 2.8 hours just about
 
  Guess who'll be eating real food
    (in two weeks for two days)?

Forbid I must make a choice, that's what I'm trying to avoid
Draw these lines through us//Paint me dangerous
I swear I've heard it before//Any rule set forth
I'll rewrite the final draft, break my word and the bank.

  It's not a matter of choice//
That's what I'm trying to avoid coz I don't know how to handle the truth
About what happens when all these jokes I make only go towards hurting
(my cause/coz)you//
  Draw these lines through us//Paint me dangerous
  Leave me hanging in the East wing of the Louvre or bust.
Draw these lines through us//Paint me dangerous
Leave me hanging in the East wing of the Louvre or bust.

 
  I swear I've heard it before.

Woke up despite attempting too much//This over-the-counter at best has me drowsy, I'm over the hump now it's time to get lousy fucked up.
Let's see what we can afford with, like, a buck twenty four.


Forbid you must make a choice//that's what you're trying to avoid
You'll fuck up the final draft, eat your words, break the bank
It's not a matter of choice//this tendency to destroy;
  Be it your cocooned advance
  Or the Louvre in France
 
  This tendency is a choice.